Post by critic on Jan 14, 2009 1:24:43 GMT -5
just a small piece from a story done at EW, if anyone is interested in the whole thread, PM me.. yeah, it's fun stuff over there.
Even if she intended to shoot the Joker, with that doll pleading face, it was hard NOT to give her a gun, eagerly she grew hunger to possess the man killer like a dog awaiting a greasy piece of bacon. It felt only right to hand it over.
"I'd hate to see you around the shop.." he reduced tapping the gun barrel on the cabi's head, the shop he referred to was one of the many hideouts for a certain group of clowns, obviously these places were filled with toys of anarchy. If she visited one of these chaotic shops, he easily had the feeling she wouldn't mind the smell of gasoline that drenched the floors.
Just when it became promising that he'd be sharing the toy with her, a sudden precise echo filled the taxi, the front window immediately turned red, a loud horn sounded off following the gun shot, the driver face down in his steering wheel.
"...oh.." the sight didn't shock him, the unexpected timing of the blast did, he did plan to let her relish the moment with the hand gun, a simple finger slip on the trigger prevented that. The uncontrollably moving cab doubled it's speed toward a red light intersection, the cabi's dead weight cemented on the gas pedal. The man wiped a little blood off his forehead, gracing the tragedy with a smile. "..let's try to think of this little a-accident in a good way, we're moving faster!" he fell back into his seat hugging the bloodied gun to his chest, his mouth stretched open howling with laughter seeming completely careless. [/quote]
Even if she intended to shoot the Joker, with that doll pleading face, it was hard NOT to give her a gun, eagerly she grew hunger to possess the man killer like a dog awaiting a greasy piece of bacon. It felt only right to hand it over.
"I'd hate to see you around the shop.." he reduced tapping the gun barrel on the cabi's head, the shop he referred to was one of the many hideouts for a certain group of clowns, obviously these places were filled with toys of anarchy. If she visited one of these chaotic shops, he easily had the feeling she wouldn't mind the smell of gasoline that drenched the floors.
Just when it became promising that he'd be sharing the toy with her, a sudden precise echo filled the taxi, the front window immediately turned red, a loud horn sounded off following the gun shot, the driver face down in his steering wheel.
"...oh.." the sight didn't shock him, the unexpected timing of the blast did, he did plan to let her relish the moment with the hand gun, a simple finger slip on the trigger prevented that. The uncontrollably moving cab doubled it's speed toward a red light intersection, the cabi's dead weight cemented on the gas pedal. The man wiped a little blood off his forehead, gracing the tragedy with a smile. "..let's try to think of this little a-accident in a good way, we're moving faster!" he fell back into his seat hugging the bloodied gun to his chest, his mouth stretched open howling with laughter seeming completely careless. [/quote]
